MTL - A Day In a Japanese Fishing Village - Chapter 20 buy fishing boat

Because of his own carelessness, Duanmuhuai crossed into the world of the game “Xinghai OL”. Starting from a small core cabin, Duanmuhuai crossed the galaxy, traveled to countless worlds, awakened the power that had long been dormant, and fought against the hidden depths of the universe. The threat to dominate the galaxy!

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Having been given a second chance at life, Xu Nianhua trusted no one but herself and swore to live for herself alone. But what did it mean when the good-looking guy with the limp always followed her around?A certain handsome guy, “It means nothing, it's said that happiness lasts long when you follow the one you love!”Tangtang's completed novel: “Rebirth in the '80s: Sweet Wife Enticing” is finished—quality assured!New book preview: After her rebirth, Cheng Yuan suspects her dad had a heart transplant. Her once cold and distant father suddenly dotes on her and becomes a money-making wizard.What's even more bizarre is that she has the same dream every day. In the dream, there's an outrageously handsome guy who just loves to sleep, and she always finds various ways to wake him up.The outrageously handsome guy, “If I ever catch the woman who doesn't let him sleep, I'll definitely teach her a harsh lesson!”Until one day, he met her.Reborn at the end of the '70s, she composes a brand new life.[PS: This book is an alternate history, fully fictional.]

“You called me lazy, good. Watch me turn sloth into gold.”—Rino.***Rino used to be a boy who was betrayed by someone he trusted to be his intern, and left to die all because he believed in digital money. At just 18, his entire world laid into shambles when his intern retrieved the loan he borrowed, the bank seized all he had left with him, and worse, his father disowned him.That was when he died out.But fate had other plans.He wakes up in the body of Rino Carter, the “useless” son of a global billionaire who also believes in online wealth, but is termed lazy by everyone around him. Except this time, Rino has something powerful by his side...He awakened “The Throne of Gold System”.Not only did he awaken this system, Rino returned as another being of the same identity in a different timeline, and this time, he’s building an empire no one can take from him.He’ll conquer the world of money, crush his enemies and win hearts, with the system by his side.***“You see, money is power. And I? I have money.”—Rino Carter.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.